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FR013: Wunderblock – “Dreemov Jazz”

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Exodus Part 1

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Exodus Part 1

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Dillinger is Dead

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The Fall

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Diamond Smoke

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Volga Dawn Part 1

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Melosong

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Breathless

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Volga Dawn Part 2

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Atma

FormResonance is presenting the beautiful debut Album by Wunderblock. Our friends from Moscow are inviting us to join a jazz influenced electronic journey. Based on their knowledge of electronic music they began on FormResonance with their classic detroit techno “Become Free EP”. We are keen to widen your horizon, with this piece of music and the following short story, which is related to the artificial in each one of us.

Semyon And His Seeds.

The Craving.…what became of seed would cast seed…

Information and cultural vacuum, a habitat imparted in a tremendous Craving. Semyonov was the one bestowed by Heaven with this very Craving – for music and, well on the whole, for what one calls a culture. From his first days, when still in the cradle, he gurgled and crowed pretty noisily, clapped and hammered with his tiny feet. Sometimes he produced unnatural sounds which made his parents melt with arising hopes to be proud of their child in future as all the parents do whose son blossomed and found success in his life. One Great Luck. A dream to change the World!

The Heavens bestowed light and heat giving strength that called for a new life being itself a life, sowing love and wisdom.

The Light … everybody in motion has a rudder… It occurred to be quite unusual. As if the Nature decided to perfuse with its gifts: the crops growing abundantly, the songs sounding heartwarming. The herbage grew more gross than usual, the nectarized air tingled. The pollen tickled the nostrils giving the feeling of joyance, provoking sneezing, happy tears, snivel and the flush to get off the ground. Spreadhanded and with his eyes closed he inhaled with his full, unexpanded breast the fragrance of the blooming grass having dived into the herbal mass almost to the bottom.

“Semyon Semyonovich Semyonov What is it? A tradition or a DESTINY? – this question soon faces Semyon’s father, looking archly at his son of seven, – “I wish he played a guitar, give him one!”. The Best – for the Children!.. Careful …we’ll watch our backs lest we get lost…but hist!…Look there! The Sun is rising!…

Night. You’re alone but your friend- the receiver. On air! Carrying away to other worlds. Bearing images, bringing in sweetness to opening up the future. The worlds allowing dreams!

Unlimited Mother…my Motherland lavishly wined me with birch sap…Motherland, how immense are your spaces! How abundant are they in fruit of “the Gardens of Paradise” which you give to your sons dandled in your Lap! The gardens richly throve, people fell into decay. Heh, sweet apple, you, the peccant fruit – Apple of discord, thy juices turned poisonous! “The Whiff of Gardens”, “The Scent of the Plains”.

It was pretty turbulent years as actually they left their homes. «Again denies me the sleep my room-mate’s berth’s squeak!» This way Semyon got musical education. It was not the higher education, only basic. “Pasture of Heaven”. I might never become great but I can come closer.” These ideas were in a sense a motto giving me strength to do his dangerous job – a creative work.

The ruined Wall buried the Empire. Fell gardens and vineries – it has become easier to breathe. Vanished all that made Semyon take in his past oeuvre the pen-name of Ivan Dreemov, just to draw attention away from himself. So, that was his life: at the daytime – Semyon, at night – Ivan. If to produce to the Arts Council – Semyonov, if to conceal – Dreemov. Live, Semyon! Create, Ivan!